captain, he shall have them now, presently:--
Please you to be acceptive, young gentleman.

1 Pyr. Yes, sir, fear not; I shall accept; I have a pretty foolish
humour of taking, if you knew all. [Aside.

Tuc. Not now, you shall not take, boy.

Cris. By my truth and earnest, but he shall, captain, by your
leave.

Tuc. Nay, an he swear by his truth and earnest, take it, boy: do
not make a gentleman forsworn.

Lict. Well, sir, there's your sword; but thank master Minos; you
had not carried it as you do else.

Tuc. Minos is just, and you are knaves, and

Lict. What say you, sir?

Tuc. Pass on, my good scoundrel, pass on, I honour thee: [Exeunt
Lictors.] But that I hate to have action with such base rogues as
these, you should have seen me unrip their noses now, and have sent
them to the next barber's to stitching; for do you see---I am a man
of humour, and I do love the varlets, the honest varlets, they have
wit and valour, and are indeed good profitable,--errant rogues, as
any live in an empire. Dost thou hear, poetaster? [To Crispinus.]
Second me. Stand up, Minos, close, gather, yet, so! Sir, (thou
shalt have a quarter-share, be resolute) you shall, at my request,
take Minos by the hand here, little Minos, I will have it so; all
friends, and a health; be not inexorable. And thou shalt impart the
wine, old boy, thou shalt do it, little Minos, thou shalt; make us
pay it in our physic. What! we must live, and honour the gods
sometimes; now Bacchus, now Comus, now Priapus; every god a little.
[Histrio passes by.] What's he that stalks by there, boy, Pyrgus?
You were best let him pass, Sirrah; do, ferret, let him pass, do

2 Pyr. 'Tis a player, sir.

Tuc. A player! call him, call the lousy slave hither; what, will he
sail by and not once strike, or vail to a man of war? ha!-Do you
hear, you player, rogue, stalker, come back here!
[Enter Histrio.
No respect to men of worship, you slave! what, you are proud, you
rascal, are you proud, ha? you grow rich, do you, and purchase,
you twopenny tear-mouth? you have FORTUNE, and the good year on
your side, you stinkard, you have, you have!

Hist. Nay, 'sweet captain, be confined to some reason; I protest I
saw you not, sir.

Tuc. You did not? where was your sight, OEdipus? you walk with
hare's eyes, do you? I'll have them glaz